“My favorite book is the one I’m reading,”
and she stole a heart
through an open door.
or maybe it was a window left ajar in case of needed escape
But Libby didn’t wear a cape,
just a crown
and held a torch
that shined the way
though not to where anyone thought they were going.

Off the island,
hordes shouted while the rest looked on
feeling naked and afraid.

Her favorite book was the one she was reading.
Of course, that one always ends.